Tossed away like trash, broken like glass, my heart is in pieces. I try my best to put it back together, nothing can stay the same forever. it's worn and old, something i want you to hold. my heart, only for you. there's nothing more i can give, but this last rose that helped me live, a life that can only be told, by song and storys i never wrote. here i wait for you, out in the cold, out in the heat, for you to take me into this rythme this beat, that you call your heart.
Crimson-Valkyrie · Tue Nov 21, 2006 @ 02:57am · 1 Comments |